Author's note:I don't own the Undertaker or any of the other wrestling personalities associated with Titan Entertainment. I only own the characters that have been created for purposes of this fanfiction.
The Dead Have Risen
Shortly after Survivor Series:
Damian Winters walked about the fiery pits surrounding Mark Calaway, aka the Undertaker. "I knew something like this would eventually happen," he said to the wrestler. "Every time you and Kane seem to make peace, one of you eventually betrays the other. Won't the two of you ever learn?"
"I told you I didn't want to see you ever again," said the Undertaker.
"And I told you," retorted Damian. "I told you to enjoy your freedom while you had it. That's why you're here."
"Why am I here?" asked the Undertaker.
"Don't you know?" asked Damian. "You died. Kane just killed you. And Vince helped. That means you're Hell's now. Welcome home."
"No," said Mark, trying to sound authoritative.
"You'll find you have little choice in the matter," said Damian. "Now we do things my way. The RIGHT way!"
"I'll have no part in it," said Mark flatly, still trying to sound authoritative.
"Oh, you will," said Damian. "And you'll like it, I guarantee it."
With that, the fires in the pits turned an ominous green and struck Mark again and again and again.
To be continued…